transitions

Among so many fears, I was concerned that even under much better circumstances, this plan of moving and then moving again was going to be rough. As much as I've wanted to get back to Vermont, I've now lived almost a year of my life here.  I've had all these strange and new experiences and interactions. There is a lot here I might have appreciated more, had it not been under such duress. There is a lot I will miss. 

This sounds like simple sentimentalism. Bittersweet, but hardly the end of the world. More like the end of one world and the beginning of yet another. I struggle with transitions, and moving like this is a massive one. My whole life is about the be completely different again. I have all kinds of work to do, getting it back together. I will be in a very different neighborhood than I was before, let alone where I am now. I will have to learn to adapt to everything, including adapting to the reality of things I'll fail to adapt to. I don't know how it's all going to go, but I'm hopeful.

My room here is already rented out to another needy soul as of the day after tomorrow. The day after that, I'll be meeting my new landlord in Burlington.